Date: Sat, 30 Aug 2003 01:48:38 +0000
From: white collar
Subject: Executive Slave - Part 2
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resemblance to real people is strictly coincidental. No real people are
depicted in this piece of fiction. This story contains explicit male to
male sex, domination and bondage. If you don't enjoy reading this sort of
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Be careful and be alive - White Collar
The previous installment of "Executive Slave" ended as follows:
"Please sir," I whispered, not even caring that I was speaking out of turn.
"Please take me. Please take me over," I said, voicing my inmost yearnings.
"That's my good boy. Now you've accepted your position and I will take you
boy," he said soothingly.
In a few moments, I felt the warmth of his hard penis pressing against my
hole. Oh, how I wanted it. I wanted to be filled by the Authority and
released from all my responsibilities and obligations. My sphincters
clutched and pulled at the tool that sought to possess them. I groaned and
gasped for breath as my body was opened to the Authority's agent of
reconciliation. All my past sins were wiped away. I was reborn, fresh and
new. I was Labor Enforcement Authority unit 082012-035 and I was born to
serve; I was born to be fucked.
"Fuck me! Fuck me please!" I cried and felt his sword pierce my heart.
Executive Slave -- Chapter 6
My world shattered into broken shards when the Administrator entered me. I
cried out in pain and relief as he sank his penis into my waiting hole and
claimed my body for the Authority. At last, I belonged somewhere. I
released my buttocks and braced myself against the desk with my hands so as
not to be knocked over by the force of his thrusts, my voice rising in a
jerky moan as his pelvis repeatedly impacted the base of my spine. I could
feel his cock throbbing inside me, rising and falling with rapid spasms of
need. His breath was coming in rapid gasps as was mine.
"Come out here 310," he ordered and a man who appeared to be in his early
thirties climbed out from under his desk. His body was shaved and he wore
some kind of device that covered his penis.
"Get on his dick," the Administrator ordered and 310 knelt before me,
leaning forward to take my rigid penis into his mouth. I don't know how he
was doing what he was doing but I'd never felt anything like it before. It
was as though my penis was enveloped in a warm, wet cunt with all the
muscular control of a pianist's hand. I began to make rhythmic moans,
urging on both men; the one filling my ass and the one swallowing my dick.
I wanted it to go on forever but I wanted to come. The excitement was
overwhelming. I'd never had sex with a man and I was now wondering why I
hadn't. Then 310 reached up and clutched my balls in one hand and pinched
and twisted my tits with the other. That was too much for me and I came
with an agonized yell as all sensation focused like a laser on my pelvis and
chest. I gasped for air, groaned and growled as my throat closed in
ecstasy.
All too soon, it was over and 310 licked my cock clean. I'd scarcely
realized that the Administrator had come too and as he pulled out of my
hole, leaving me feeling abandoned, 310 crawled around my shaking form to
clean the Administrator's dick off as well.
When he was satisfied that he was adequately cleaned up, the Administrator
zipped his fly and collapsed in the chair behind his desk. I was standing
there, unable to straighten my legs because of the banging I'd received and
the Administrator snapped his fingers, pointing at the floor. I saw 310 was
already kneeling and realized my mistake. I feel to my knees, my hands
clasped behind my back as 310's were.
"Good boy," the Administrator said. "You've been fully inducted into LEA
care. You will receive further training of course, to enhance your skills
but you are now completely under the Authority's care."
He pressed a button and in seconds, Malloy and Whitfield appeared.
"Take 035 down to the showers and give him to the trustees. I'll expect him
to be here tomorrow when I arrive at 8:15. 310, you're dismissed. Report
to your instructor tomorrow morning."
"Yes Sir," Malloy answered as the guards hauled me to my feet and led me
from the room. 310 followed us, apparently bound for the cells.
We went back through the Center without a word. The halls were busy with
people apparently leaving for home, their day's work completed. I'd noticed
that there were a number of identical doors on the hall where we'd entered
the Administrator's office. Probably other Administrators I figured. After
all, if part of taking a unit under care involved fucking him, the Authority
would required a number of Administrators to handle the load. How many
times in one day could a man come?
We went back down to the cellblock but rather than taking me to my cell,
Malloy took me through another door into a shower room. There were a number
of units in the showers, some shaved, like me; others with full body hair.
Others had only their crotches shaved but had hair on their chests. Malloy
gave a whistle and all the units turned their attention to him.
"035 is a novice unit. He's just had his induction with his Administrator.
Clean him up and continue his training."
When I saw the man from the cells who'd called out to me standing there with
an evil grin on his face, I suddenly felt a chill inside and began to
tremble. He walked toward me and took my upper arm in his hand, guiding me
back across the showers.
"What's your number boy?" he asked.
"082012-035," I answered in a hoarse whisper, looking first at his grinning
face and then at his hand gripping my bicep. All I wanted was to run away
and go back and hide in my cell.
"I'm 112115-059," he said. "We call each other by the last three digits
most of the time. If we have two with the same sequence number we'll just
call one `A' and the other `B', or something," he explained.
I tried to pull away from him but his grip was strong and he dragged me
across the tiled floor.
"Men," he called out, "This is 035. Malloy has handed him over to us to
clean up and give some higher education."
At this the other naked men laughed lewdly and began stroking their cocks,
circling around us.
"Let's show him what he needs to know," 059 said and pulled me into the
middle of the circle of dripping men.
The men closed in on me and I began to shake violently. Then 059 lifted up
his hands to me.
"Give me your hands," he ordered.
I took his hands, not know what to expect or what he was doing. The moment
I placed my hands in his, I felt a pair of hands tightly grasp my hips and
059 stepped back, pulling me over, bent at the waist. I cried out in
surprise and then squealed in pain as a cock speared my hole and set my
sphincter on fire. Even thought I'd just been fucked, my muscles hadn't yet
become accustomed to taking a cock. How different I was then: how
inexperienced. 059 quickly stepped forward again and thrust his rigid
member into my open mouth.
"First lesson," he said. "No teeth. If I feel your teeth on my cock,
you'll be punished. And yes, we do use corporal punishment here!"
Whoever was in my anus was pumping away at me and slapping my ass cheeks, as
though to urge me on, since each slap caused me to clench my ring around his
dick. Just as I had while the Administrator fucked me, I squeaked with each
thrust, only the sound was muffled by 059's heavy cock filling my mouth.
Then I felt someone's hand on my balls. A thumb and forefinger ringed my
testicles and pulled down abruptly, making me cry in pain and forcing my
jaws together.
059 yelled as my teeth nipped his flesh. I was sure I hadn't done any real
damage because I'd stopped myself the moment my reflexes had tried to close
my mouth. But I knew he'd felt my teeth on his penis; I knew I was going to
be punished.
059 jerked out of me and slapped me on the face, sending me sprawling on the
tiled floor.
"What did I warn you about?" he yelled. "I told you I didn't want to feel
your teeth. What the hell's the matter with you? Don't you know how to
suck cock?"
"Please," I whimpered, looking up at him and the rest of the men surrounding
me. "Please don't hurt me. I'm sorry. I won't do it again."
"Damn straight you won't. Because I'm going to teach you the lesson in a
way you'll never forget."
With that, he turned and walked over to a tiled bench built into the middle
of the shower floor and sat.
"Come here boy!" he ordered.
I started to rise.
"Crawl!" he yelled.
Looking around at the other men, realizing that no one would come to my aid,
I got on my hands and knees and crawled across the wet tiles. When I
reached him, something in me recalled the response of the other unit taken
into care earlier and I reached forward and pulled my face against his bare
feet. I kissed them and whimpered.
"Please sir. I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me sir."
"Get up on my lap," he ordered.
I let go of his feet and swallowing hard, crawled up, laying myself across
his lap. He held onto my dick with one hand so I wasn't going anywhere
until he was finished with me. He stroked my globes with his hand, running
a finger up and down my ass crack.
"Now boy, I want you to count them for me. Thirty blows for biting. The
proper way to count is `One sir, thank you sir. May I please have another
sir?' Do you understand boy?"
"Yes Sir. I understand. One sir, thank you sir. May I please have another
sir?"
"Good. Remember; thirty blows for biting. And if you forget to count
correctly, we start over again and add five for being forgetful."
I felt his body tighten as he braced himself and raised his arm before
bringing his hand down on my wet ass. The smack echoed through the tiled
room followed immediately by my cry of pain. Almost immediately, there was
another blow, leaving the red imprint of his hand on the white flesh of my
butt.
"You didn't count boy. What means we start over and add five. Thirty-five
blows now."
How could I have been so stupid? Smarting but angry with myself for being
so slow, I grit my teeth as I felt his thighs flex again as he began his
windup.
Smack.
Executive Slave -- Chapter 7
"One sir, thank you sir. May I please have another sir?"
"That's better," he said and again I felt his thighs tighten.
Smack
"Two sir, thank you sir. May I please have another sir?"
The men stood around us, watching my humiliation, laughing at my debasement
in a spanking at the hands of one of my fellow prisoners. What shocked and
humiliated me was that my cock, gripped firmly in 059's hand, was swelling
and lengthening.
Smack, smack, smack.
"Fifteen sir, th-thank you sir. May I p-please have another sir?"
My ass was on fire and tears of pain and humiliation were burning my face.
I had to concentrate to make sure I repeated my mantra. At this point, I
couldn't imagine having to start over at one with the addition of five more
blows as punishment for my forgetfulness. I suppose I was lucky he wasn't
using a strap because at least he could only strike one cheek at a time so
my red globes got a respite between blows.
By the time we got to twenty-five I was blubbering and barely able to say
"Thank you, may I please have another?" Being forced to ask for another as
though I enjoyed it was an acute mortification. But my dick was enjoying it
and for that, I felt doubly ashamed.
Th-th-thirty-three ssssir, th-th-thank you ssssir, M-m-may I-I-I p-p-please
h-h-have an-an-another sssir?"
Smack.
Th-th-thirty-f-four ssssir, th-th-thank you ssssir, M-m-may I-I-I
p-p-please h-h-have an-an-another sssir?"
Smack.
Th-th-thirty-f-five ssssir, th-th-thank you ssssir, M-m-may I-I-I
p-p-please h-h-have an-an-another sssir?"
"No boy, that's it. No more. At least not this time," 059 said, rubbing
his hot hand on my equally hot butt. The feel of his flesh on mine was a
torment but it was better than the spanking had been. I lay across his lap
weeping but happy that my degradation was over.
"Get down boy," he said and pushed me onto the floor.
I crawled back to him and, placing my arms around his ankles kissed his
feet. I didn't really understand it. He'd just beaten me, publicly
humiliating me, but I craved his comfort. What had the Authority done to me
that I would be reduced to such a state that I would be kissing the feet of
a man who'd spanked me for letting my teeth touch his cock while he raped my
mouth? I found no answer but my organ asserted its own response and slapped
against my thighs as I crawled, strewing pre-cum on my skin. Realizing
this, I flushed scarlet, feeling my utter demotion to the core of my soul.
I'd started out the day as a successful middle-manager and was ending it as
a nothing; a sex unit of the Labor Enforcement Authority. My tears of shame
and need fell and washed the feet of my tormentor as I begged him to forgive
me and take me back. In my pain and embarrassment, I wanted only comfort.
Soon he bent and took my hands, lifting me to my feet.
"That's my boy. You're alright," he cooed softly. "You won't do that again
will you boy? Have you learned your lesson?"
"Yes sir," I answered, wiping my face with my hands.
"Good!" he said. "Now let's continue with your training. Bend over for me
and hold onto my waist like a good boy."
I did as he instructed.
"Now, I'm going to give you my cock for you to suck on like a good boy. I
want you to do your best to milk it but make sure you don't bite me again or
I'll be very angry. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir," I answered and bent over.
I wrapped my arms around his waist. He took his rising penis in his hand
and held it up to my lips. Looking down at its girth and length, I
swallowed hard and opened my jaws to engulf it. I slid along its warm
firmness until the round head hit my soft palate and I started to gag.
"Quiet boy. Go slow," 059 said, holding my head in his hands and pushing me
back a bit. "Just relax and breathe through your nose. Now, let's try
again."
Grasping my ears, he took control, sliding in and holding me in place for
several seconds before backing off and allowing me to recover. Then he
pushed in again. Slowly, my gag reflex lessened and I was able to take his
entire length down my throat. I was murmuring around the mass filling my
mouth when once again, I felt hands on my own waist and knew what was
coming.
"Now you need to relax boy. This is hard. Relax your throat and your ass
at the same time. Let him come in and fill you. Let him make you
complete," he said softly, stroking my face and fingering my ears.
I didn't understand what was happening; was he hypnotizing me? I just knew
I wanted to please him and do as he said. Perhaps my survival instincts
were taking over, knowing that if I didn't cooperate and learn what I was
being taught, I would suffer tremendously. So I breathed deeply and willed
my sphincters to relax. I felt the first ring close around the head of
whomever was entering me and the fire shot through me. So I continued to
breathe and will my muscles to relax. He kept moving forward and I began to
wonder if he'd completely fill my gut when I felt his wiry pubes against my
fiery butt. The pain made me squeal and I clamped down on the flesh
spreading my rose and pushed my tongue up against the flesh stretching my
jaws.
The men on whose spit I was skewered began thrusting into my orifices,
coaching me on what to do and how best to satisfy them. I worked to execute
what they told me, trying to process two streams of information and
translate them into responses in my body. My brain was becoming better at
transferring control to my body and I felt their pace quickening as they
approached the precipice. Their dicks were throbbing and pulsing and soon,
both yelled as they shot into me.
"Good boy," 059 said, stroking my face. "You've done well. I'm pleased.
I'll be able to give a good report on your progress."
When their ejaculations had stopped, both pulled out and were replaced by
others. I lost count of how many men I sucked and was fucked by that
evening. By the end, I was quite accustomed to taking it up the ass and
giving blowjobs. Strangely enough, I felt like I'd accomplished something.
Some had ejaculated inside me; others had come on my face or across my back
so by the time the last had satisfied himself with my body, I was covered
with cum and had a belly and gut full. Spunk was leaking from my hole and
dribbling down my legs. I had a hard time standing up straight and when I
finally was able to, my legs felt like jelly. I think I was walking a
little strangely after having hand so many men stretching my fuck chute.
059 took me to a shower to clean me up. He lathered me and scrubbed my
genitals and pucker, pushing inside to wash what he could reach.
"We'll give you another enema tomorrow," he said. "But for tonight, this
will do."
He rinsed me off and dried my body with a towel. Then he led me to a wall
dispenser and, taking some lube on his fingers, lubed me once again. I took
it with resignation, knowing that I was going to have something in my butt
tonight. Oh well, what did it matter after all I'd already been through?
Executive Slave -- Chapter 8
"Come on boy," 059 said, taking me by the hand and leading me from the
showers.
He led me back to the cellblock, up the stairs and along the catwalk to my
cell. We went in and the door slid closed behind us with a clang. 059 took
my shoulders and turned me around to face him.
"I've been assigned to be your mentor. Each new unit gets a mentor to help
him adjust and give extra training. Tomorrow will be a tough day for you
but for tonight, all you need to do is eat and sleep. I'll be here to
help."
"Thank you," I said, looking down and finding my eyes drawn to his heavy
cock.
The guards wheeled a large caddy down the catwalk with food trays on it.
059 took our trays and we sat on the mat that was my bed as we ate our chow
in silence. It was adequate and filling but without a lot of interest. My
interest in cooking in my former life had turned me into something of a food
critic. In fact, friends had sometimes been hesitant to go out with me
because I picked the meals apart. It was obvious that there was no need for
me to cultivate that interest here. There was no way my palate would be
satisfied or even challenged. At least my stomach will full. It was the
first meal I'd had since breakfast and since it was 8:30, I was pretty
hungry. At 9:00, a buzzer sounded and the lights went out.
"C'mon boy," 059 said, patting the mat as he lay down. "Right here next to
me."
I hesitated a moment; I'd never slept with a man but I realized two things
immediately: there was nowhere else to lie down and he had the power to
punish me if I failed to do as he said. So I lay down next to him. He
turned my body so that I was on my side and scooched himself up behind me.
"Pick you leg up," he instructed, tapping my thigh.
When I obeyed, he slid closer, pressing his cock into my hole, grunting and
sighing. There was some burning, but not as much as I'd have expected.
Perhaps I was starting to get used to being fucked.
"One of my jobs is to train your hole to be relaxed and easy to enter. So
we'll sleep like this for the next few weeks until you're accustomed to
having a dick in your fuck chute. Now let's go to sleep."
He draped an arm over my body and brushed my nipples, causing my cock to
fill and lengthen. I couldn't believe my body was responding like this and
that I was finding pleasure lying with a man inside me. But I knew I'd
better try to get some sleep. I didn't know what tomorrow held but I
figured it was going to be tough. As 059's breathing deepened and slowed, I
reached back to place my hand on his hip and faded off to the first sleep of
my new life. Naked, shaved, a man's cock in my bunghole and a number
instead of a name.
# # #
I awoke the next morning with 059 still inside me. I started to roll over
and felt his dick holding me back so I held still until he awoke. When he
finally did, he yawned and stretched, then wrapped his arms around me and
pulled me close to him, kissing my neck. It was curious; I found his kisses
comforting but disturbing at the same time. I wasn't used to this kind of
intimacy with a man and it made me slightly queasy. I decided to
concentrate on the comforting aspects of it and ignore my queasiness because
I had a feeling there'd be a good deal more of this. In fact, this was now
my way of life. I was coming to appreciate what the Authority meant when it
said I had been taken under care. Whether my heart and mind went there or
not didn't matter: I would be bent, queer for the Authority. The thought
made my penis flex against my abdomen.
059 got up and used the toilet while I waited. When he was finished, I
started toward the bowl to relieve myself.
"No!" he exclaimed. "You have to wait. You'll get your chance soon but
there's something we need to do first."
I bit my lip.
"Yes sir," I said, tightening my muscles to close my sphincter.
059 signaled a guard who opened the door to our cell. Again, he took my
hand and led me down to the cellblock floor. He led me down a hallway to
another room with a table and cupboards. Upon entering, he rang a bell and
a man in uniform appeared on a screen.
"Yes?" his image said.
"Unit 059 reporting with unit 035 for a Mangard fitting, sir," 059 said.
"I'll be right there. Get him ready then," the image said and flicked off.
059 led me over to where a pair of footprints were painted on the floor.
"Put your feet on the footprints," he ordered. "Hands behind your head."
As I assumed the prescribed position, he went to the wall and got in
position himself, only he was backed up against the wall. In a few moments,
the image came through the door in the flesh. He walked over to me and
surveyed my body before going to the cupboard to fetch some items. He
placed them on a wheeled tray and came back, pushing the tray in front of
him.
"OK," the officer said. "I'm fitting you with your Mangard. When your
Administrator says it can come off, you will come back here to have me
remove it. Do you understand boy?"
"Yes sir," I answered, though I wasn't really sure I did. I figured it
would become clear once I was "fitted".
"Good boy. Now hold still for me."
Sitting on a wheeled stool, the officer opened a package of plastic tubing
and applied some lube to the end of the tube. Then he took my penis in his
hand and squeezed the head between his thumb and forefinger, opening my piss
slit. He placed the end of the tube at the opening and, holding my dick
firmly, pushed the tube in. I bent at the waist, gasped and groaned with
the pain. I'd never been catheterized and the sensation was quite
uncomfortable and a little painful. Added to that was the discomfort of
having the knuckles of his hand pressing against my overfull bladder. I
could see the progress of the end of the tube as it moved up my urethra,
spreading it slightly, until it disappeared into my body. Then it hit my
sphincter and some pee sprayed out. He quickly pulled it back out a little,
allowing the sphincter to close.
"There," he said. "That will take care of your urinary needs. Let me see
how well it works."
He held a large bottle up and directed the inch or so length of tubing
protruding from my meatus into it. But my sphincter locked up tight.
"C'mon," he said, slapping my cock. "I haven't got all day. Now fill the
bottle!"
I concentrated on opening my panicked, tight little portal and finally
managed to get a few drops squeezed out. I fought with myself to get the
stream going and finally overcame my pee-shyness. A few spurts and then the
pressure inside won out and the water began to flow. I breathed a deep sigh
of relief as my bladder emptied into the bottle.
When the stream tapered off and stopped, the officer shook my penis to get
the last few drops out of the catheter and emptied the bottle into the sink.
Then he picked up a metallic object from the tray and lifted my cock. I
recognized the device that unit 310 had been wearing in the Administrator's
office yesterday. The officer slipped my partially erect penis into the
bent metal sleeve that compressed it and forced it into a downward bend when
it was really wanting to fill and point upward. At the end of the sleeve,
next to my body, was a ratcheted cuff, like a handcuff, which he closed
behind my genitals. There was a keyhole in the cuff and it was obvious that
he held the key. Once he'd closed it and tested the clearance between my
cock and balls and the cuff, he took a screw and twisted it into the cuff so
that the hinge wouldn't move.
"This will keep it from closing any further. We don't want to be turning
you into a eunuch just because your Mangard's on too tight," he chuckled.
The device pushed my cock and balls up and forward as well as preventing
anyone from touching my cock. An added benefit (at least in the mind of the
Authority) was that if I did get an erection, the sleeve would make it
painful and certainly prevent me from coming. Of course, the cath stuffed
up my penis prevented my coming as well. I realized that, with the design
of the Mangard, I really didn't need a catheter to pee. Obviously, it was
intended as an additional humiliation and discomfort to break in this new
unit more quickly.
While he'd been working with my dick, I'd noticed that the officer wore a
wedding band on his left hand and I wondered if he went home and discussed
his work with his spouse. "Nice day honey. I catheterized three units and
fitted them with chastity devices in the morning. Did three induction
enemas and shavings in the afternoon. It never ceases to amaze me how many
fools think they can cross the Authority. How was your day?" But my little
reverie was interrupted by the officer speaking to me.
"The purpose is to train you to realize that your genitals are no longer for
your use and pleasure," the officer said. "Your keepers will use your ass
as they please and don't care about whether or not you get off: this ensures
that you don't. Every week or so, as long as you're here in the Center,
you'll be milked for your semen which we use for artificial insemination. I
also hear they sell it to specialty places that cater to men who enjoy
eating cum, but that's only a rumor," he smirked. "OK 059, he's ready. I
guess you're taking him up to see his Administrator for more training?"
"Yes sir," answered 059 smartly, relaxing from his "position".
"Well he'll enjoy that!" the officer said, looking at me and smirking. I
wasn't sure who he was think was going to enjoy it: me or the Administrator?
O59 took my arm. "C'mon," he said. "It's almost ten after 8:00. We need
to get upstairs. If you're late, the Administrator will have my hide!"
Executive Slave -- Chapter 9
We walked through the halls, rode upstairs in a service elevator and went to
the Administrator's office where I'd been taken yesterday. Was it only
yesterday? It seemed like another lifetime. Yesterday, I'd been a free
man. Today I was nothing. 059 wasn't the least bit perturbed about walking
around naked in front of fully clothed officers and civilian employees of
the Center. As we approached the Administrator's door, another office door
opened and a group of what were obviously visitors emerged into the hall.
We walked by them and they stood gawking at us. We were almost past them
when I felt a swat on my ass. I stopped and started to turn back to accost
the man who'd hit me when 059 grabbed my arm and pulled me away.
"Thank you sir," he said, smiling thinly and poking me in the ribs.
"What?" I asked, looking at him stupidly.
He poked me again and jerked his head toward the man who'd struck me.
"Oh... Thank you sir," I said. I'd forgotten my place already. I was sure
this infraction would be recorded and I'd be punished for it. The Authority
demands total obedience. Even when I'd been free, I knew that. What had I
been thinking?
059 knocked on the Administrator's door and waited. In a few moments we
heard "Come in" and we entered. The Administrator, or maybe I should say my
Administrator rose and came around from behind his desk. I was coming to
realize that he was more like my case worker or my personal warden, charged
with overseeing my training and indoctrination in my new role.
"Ah, 035, good. Right on time. That's all 059. You can return for him at
5:00."
"Yes sir," 059 said and left the room, closing the door behind him.
"Assume the position 035," my Administrator said, folding his arms and
leaning back against his desk.
I quickly spread my legs and locked my hands behind my head. Why hadn't I
done that when I came in? Stupid! I should know that by now. Somehow, I
knew I'd be getting a lot of punishment in the next few weeks. Perhaps I
was just too old for this! But this wasn't career counseling and no one was
asking me what I wanted to do. Sweating slightly with nerves, I kept my
eyes on the wall behind my Administrator and waited while he surveyed his
new trainee.
"You going to be a tough one 035; I can see that. As I said, you're a
little old for this but there it is. You screwed up and that's what
happens. I guess the Authority just doesn't expect men your age to be
trying to fuck the Authority over. So, here we are."
He stood up and circled me before stopping in front of me and taking my
metal-encased penis in his hand. He pulled on it and massaged my exposed
balls as he continued.
"We'll get you trained one way or the other. That's our job and we pride
ourselves on doing it well. So I can honestly say, this will be harder on
you than it is on us," he laughed harshly.
Small comfort, I thought. It would be my ass that would suffer. I guess I
should have thought of that before I started playing with the money but, as
he said, there it is.
"OK, 035, let's get started. Get under my desk."
I hesitated only a moment but that was enough. He whipped a wide leather
paddle off of his desk and slashed at my naked ass with it. The sound was
like a gunshot and the burn went from my butt up my spine and exploded in my
brain.
"I said get under the desk. What didn't you understand boy?"
"I'm sorry sir," I cried, scrambling to get behind the desk before falling
to my knees.
I was surprised to see that on the left hand side of his desk, where there
were normally drawers, was a door on a hinge that opened into an open space.
It was the perfect size for a man to crouch in. I scootched under and my
Administrator sat down in his chair. He pulled down his fly and extracted
his penis from his pants.
"First lesson is in cock sucking. We call it Sucking 101. You should've
had the introductory course last night. Hopefully, you learned a few things
then. So now you'll begin learning the rest of the basics. Open your mouth
and cover your teeth with your lips. Now take my cock in your mouth..."
I spent the entire morning kneeling under his desk while various people came
and went. A few came around the desk to stand beside him and saw me there,
my mouth impaled on his cock. They either smirked or pretended they didn't
notice. When there was no one else there, he'd instruct me in technique,
telling me how to use my tongue and jaws to provide pressure, how to use my
breath to warm and stimulate his penis and how to use my throat to massage
it. By the end of the morning, my mouth and throat were aching and my jaw
felt like it had been dislocated. Did I mention that my Administrator has a
large dick? It must be nine inches long and nearly the diameter of a beer
can. I wondered if that was one of his qualifications? What a job
interview that would be: "Now applicant, place your penis on the desk so
that we can see its size..."
At noon, he gave me a bottle to pee in (while he watched) and called down
for a meal to be brought up. The meal arrived and he shoved it under the
desk.
"You stay here and eat. I'll be back in an hour," he said and left.
Obviously he wasn't worried about me going anywhere: where would I go? A
naked man with nothing on but a metal chastity device? I certainly wasn't
going to walk out of the Center and onto the street. While people in this
part of the city might be accustomed to seeing units, they'd be certain to
call for help if they saw one wandering around, unaccompanied by Authority
officers. So I crouched there, slowly eating my meal. I ate slowly because
my jaw and tongue hurt and I figured I might as well make it last as long as
possible since, once it was gone, I'd have nothing to do but wait for my
Administrator's return.
I must have dozed off because I was dreaming about being lost in a dark
building when I was awakened by a foot nudging my side.
"Having a siesta?" he asked, smiling. "Guess you have reason to be tired.
Well, I hope you're refreshed because it's time to go back to work. Come
out here."
I crawled out from under his desk and started to get to my feet.
"No, stay on your knees!" he ordered. "Just turn to me. Arms behind your
head."
I turned on my knees, which were almost numb by now, and faced him, placing
my hands behind my head and exposing my defenseless body.. He opened his
desk and pulled out what looked like to spring clamps with plastic tips on
the ends. The clamps were joined by a chain. He pinched my right nipple
and fastened one clamp to it. I moaned as the pain shot through my chest
and found its way to my cock, making it surge against the tube it was locked
in. Then he pinched my left tit and placed the other clamp on it, making me
groan even more. My Administrator hooked a finger around the chain and
pulled it towards himself, stretching my nipples up and away from my body
and pulling me forward as I sought to lessen the pain. He continued to pull
until I fell forward with my face in his crotch. I opened my mouth and
massaged his bulge with my lips and jaw.
"Good boy," my Administrator said, obviously pleased. "That's exactly the
correct response. Your purpose is to give pleasure to men: free men. There
is, of course, a hierarchy in the Center so you, as a novice unit will be
required to give pleasure to your superiors. But your function is to
pleasure free men. That's how you will earn your keep. When you are no
longer able to produce, you will, naturally, be downsized. Workers usually
retire but obviously, you've demonstrated that you're not capable of living
in society and we can't be running homes for worn out units. Downsizing's
the only answer."
Hearing that sent a chill through me and I instinctively worked harder at
the flesh filling the fabric under my mouth. He'd made clear what
"downsized" meant in this environment. Frantic to demonstrate my worth, I
did my utmost to excite him.
He laughed at my efforts.
"That's right. You've got the idea. Keep learning; keep doing your best
and you'll have a long service here. Maybe you'll work out afterall."
He released the chain and pushed me back.
"Just a moment boy," he said. "Get back under the desk. I'll be right with
you."
As I crawled back into my cubbyhole, he stood and unzipped his trousers,
lowering them to his knees. Then, as he sat down, he pushed his shorts down
as well, exposing his crotch and pelvis. All I'd seen of him up to that
point was his cock and the sight of his pale penis nestled in a thick forest
of dark hair that hid his balls was mesmerizing. He picked up his phone and
leaned back in his chair.
"Take my balls in your mouth and work them until I tell you to stop," he
ordered and leaned back, dialing a call on his phone.
As he talked, I sucked his furry testicles into my mouth. I wasn't exactly
sure what he expected so I did what I thought I would find stimulating.
Using my tongue, I shoved his balls back and forth in my mouth, from one
cheek to the other. Then I closed my jaw, making sure to cover my teeth
with my lips, and pulled on the sensitive globes. I heard him groan and he
reached one hand down to take my head and prevent me from pulling any
farther. He must have liked it because he didn't hit me or pull my head
back to release the tension on his sac. Instead, he cradled the phone with
his shoulder, reached down with his free hand to grab the chain linking the
clamps on my chest and pulled on it, yanking my nipples upward and away from
my body and making me squeal, vibrating the testicles I was warming in my
mouth. He pulled on the chain rhythmically, each tug bringing a squeal in
response with its resulting vibration of his nuts. Each vibration made him
in turn, moan with pleasure.
"No, nothing," he said into the phone. "Just a new unit I'm training." He
laughed. Obviously who ever he was talking to knew the story.
I continued working on his testicles until he'd finished with his calls and
he ordered me to release him. Then he slid down a little farther on his
chair so that his hole was exposed.
"Put your nose in my crack and lick my sweat," he said.
I had no idea that anyone ever did such a thing and felt slightly repulsed
that he'd ask me to put my tongue in there. But I knew that there was no
use in resisting so I moved in as close as I could, sinking my face into his
dark crack and licking the ridge of flesh that ran from his balls back to
his hole. The taste of sweat and maleness was actually not repulsive and I
began to get into my licking. Then, as I moved downward from the base of
his ball sac to his pucker, he grabbed my head with both hands and pulled my
face into his fundament. I started to pull away but his hands were
insistent.
"Put your tongue in there and lick!" he ordered. "Taste me and smell me. I
want you to absorb my essence. Savor it. You'll be getting a lot more of
this during your service."
Realizing the truth of his words, I stuck the tip of my tongue into the
opening of his wrinkled flesh. It tasted of salt and earth. I'd never have
thought that a man's ass hole would taste like that but I found I liked it.
I thrust my tongue in farther and licked at the folds of flesh inside,
savoring, as he said, the flavor of his essence, finding that I wanted more
of it. I began to chew on his ass lips and grind my nose and mouth against
his rosebud, groaning in hunger and want.
"Good boy," he cooed. "I stand corrected: you are a fast learner. You're
my good boy. I think we'll soon have you working, earning your keep."
Here I was, a man in his forties, blushing with pride at being my
Administrator's "good boy". My cock swelled against its encasement and
ached that it could find no freedom to respond to his praise. But I didn't
care. I had discovered my purpose: I was made to be fucked and to kiss ass,
literally. If I could serve him and make him happy, I would be complete.
To be continued.